As I write this I am listening to Sheku Kannah-Mason. I am lying on my bed in shorts and an old t-shirt, feeling my body hesitantly try to unfurl from some weeks, months, a year or two of gripping tightly to things that cannot be known. Letting the breeze find me through my open window and closed curtains. It is autumn. It is dark. But my body overheats…
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